Chapter 3 - Jessica’s Desperate Denials And Panicked Excuses Fall Flat
“Sarah has been dead for six years, Mark, and you know it!” Jessica snapped, her voice rising in hysteria.
“The police recovered her wrecked car at the bottom of the cliff in Maine, remember?” she demanded sharply.
Mark stepped forward, towering over his wife with an expression that made her stumble backward onto the grass.
“The police found an empty car, Jessica, but her body was never recovered from the wreckage,” Mark countered coldly.
“And yet, you somehow ended up with her personal jewelry box just months after she disappeared.”
Jessica crossed her arms tightly over her chest, forcing a defensive, mocking smile across her lips.
“Are you really accusing your own wife of something sinister just because a child found a piece of costume jewelry?”
“Costume jewelry?” Mark pulled the locket open with a sharp click, revealing a tiny engraved photo inside.
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The sunlight caught the small portrait of a younger Mark and Sarah smiling on a beach in Nantucket.
Jessica’s eyes darted wildly around the yard, looking for a way to escape the crushing weight of the truth.
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